Page 60 of The Pact
I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, dropping it to the floor. Then I push my shorts and boxers past my ass, and my erection slaps against my stomach. I kick my boxers and shorts aside.
“Jesus, you’re so pretty.”
“Pretty,” I smirk.
“Yes, pretty. Everything about you is, Saint. Every ripple of muscle, your thick thighs, your broad shoulders, and your cock … fuck, it’s perfect.” She licks her bottom lip.
I take my dick in my hand and stroke it, and I watch her follow the movement with her eyes.
Her hand brushes over her stomach down to her pussy. When she opens her legs, she’s so wet, she’s glistening.
“Fuck, Doc. Talk about perfect.” I groan. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Tell me you’re wet for me.”
She runs her finger through her lips slowly. “All for you. Because of you.”
“That’s right; it is.” I start to pump my cock in sync with every slide of her finger.
“Tell me what you want me to do, Saint.”
Her chest rises and falls, and her nipples are firm peaks.
“I want you to spread your legs so I can see everything. Then I want you to start slow, just a light, teasing pressure,” I say.
She pulls her legs up and props her feet on the edge of her desk, then drops her knees, leaving her completely open to me.
“Fuck,” I squeeze my dick to slow myself down. “That’s good, Doc. Can you hear how wet you are? That’s for me.”
I release my dick and spit into my palm. She watches me, and her mouth drops open.
I take my dick back in my hand and spread my spit along the shaft.
“Now increase the friction,” I demand.
She does, and starts to close her eyes.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes. I want to see you burning for me.”
“Saint,” she moans. “Feels so good.”
“That’s right, baby. Rub your clit for me,” I say, my strokes getting faster. “I want to hear your breath hitch every time you hit that spot. I want you to be so sensitive and so tight.”
“Oh—oh fuck,” she says, her head falling back.
“No, Presley. Look at me,” I say harshly. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you?”
“Yes! God, Saint. Yes!” Her eyes meet mine.
“Good. Keep that pace. I want you right on the edge of losing control.”
Precum leaks from my tip, and I can feel the pressure in my balls already. I’m so turned on that I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold off until she comes.
I can see her legs start to shake when she slips her finger inside her pussy.
“I can’t hold it much longer.” She pushes it in and out slowly.
“No!” I bark. “Don’t you dare slow down. I want to hear those wet sounds I’m looking for. I’m so fucking close, Doc. I want you to get there with me.”
“I am, Saint. Please!” She begs.
